Insanity
It was a lazy summer day
just talking to grandma
As she teased my mind with
delightful pearls of wisdom.
I thought of all the times I had enjoyed her company
A DOOR
In the autumns she would bake cookies
HARSH SCREECH OF CLANKING PIPES
"What's your flavor," she would say
PAIN!
CAN'T HEAR!
Rocking on that old chair
BLOODIED OUTSTRETCHED FINGERS
HELD TO MY CHEST
Always humming some kind of old tune
such a beautiful melody
SHIVERING IN A CORNER
BENT IN THE DARKNESS
I listen to the MELODY
she LOVES to HUMM it ALL day LONG
THE ONLY THING THAT MUFFLES THE PAIN
TALKING TO HER
WHILE THE THORAZINE WORKS IT'S TENDRILS
THROUGH MY BODY
THERE'S ALWAYS TOMORROW
to catch up with grandma...
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